I am healthy free
the world before me,
and sorry I could not travel both,
and be one traveler, long I stood.
strong and contend i travel
the open road.
I stumble and fall and
rise, and I walk blind,
my feet stepping on silent
stones and dry leaves.
I walk in blackness, in
a long and silent street
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